Wednesday January 3rd 2001
"Come in…come in. So nice to see you," Clark said opening the door of his townhouse in MacDougal Alley surprised that the wealthy Stanley Morgan had dropped by to see him.
"I was in the neighborhood and thought I would stop by," Stanley said taking off his long cashmere coat and handing it to Clark.
"Would you like something to drink," Clark offered hanging the expensive coat on the coat rack by the door and motioning his wealthy client towards the living room and the sofa.
"No. I just came from a breakfast meeting with one of my Wall Street investment companies."
"I hope your New Year is off to a good start?" Clark asked following his most influential client into the living room and taking a seat in the chair across from Stanley.
"I have a lot of parties coming up this year," Stanley said reaching towards the coffee table and choosing a piece of hard candy from the crystal dish.
"I'm glad to hear that Stan," Clark said eager to have the wealthy socialite ask him to handle the affairs. Business had been a disappointment over the holidays and he was eager to book more parties.
"I'm getting a little tired of all of this, but what can a man do?" Stanley said laughing as he took a list of upcoming events from his briefcase and looked it over.
"How many parties?" Clark asked hoping this would mean he could soon afford to move his business from his townhouse to a professional office suite.
"Here take a look at this list," Stanley said handing Clark an itinerary of social engagements.
"My…this is quite an impressive list," Clark said wishing he could photo copy the list. If Stanley didn't employ him this list of contacts could give him all the business he would ever need.
"Yeah, I'm doing more work with a few of the ambassadors from the United Nations."
"Stanley I would love to take care of these affairs for you," Clark said getting right to the point.
"To be honest I worry that you can handle this much. I mean I would rather have one company do the work, but there are quite a few more than last year," Stanley said picking a tiny piece of lint from his Brooks Brothers suit.
"I can handle it."
"Who's working with you now?"
"I'm still looking around," Clark said referring to the fact he had fired his assistant Tiffany before the Christmas holidays.
"What about Tiffany? I thought you were going to rehire her?" Stanley asked remembering the times he'd cornered the good looking blonde when Clark was out of the office.
"Jan really doesn't want me to."
"I told you before I'll handle my daughter," Stanley said irritated that his daughter Jan was once again jealous and interfering.
"The agency said they would send over candidates as soon as I was ready to hire. I wanted to wait until business picked up first," Clark said.
"I can't tell you what to do, but I think you'd be wise to rehire Tiffany."
"In all honesty Stanley. You like her but I'm not sure about Tiffany", Clark said still worried that Stanley's daughter Jan would give him serious problems if he rehired Tiffany. The two women had been mortal enemies since the first day they met.
"I can't tell you how to run your business. It's your decision. I want to firm up these plans right away though. I think Tiffany was good. I was comfortable having her around the clients. This isn't Jan's decision, I book the parties. Look at the time already…I better go," Stanley said glancing at his Rolex watch and suddenly getting up from the sofa to leave.
"I'll hire someone right away… I mean if I have a commitment from you that you'll have my company do the parties," Clark said hoping the older man would finalize an agreement before he left.
"I'll get back to you," Stanley said walking towards the door and taking his coat from the coat rack.
"I guess you can understand my position. It's just that until I have the business booked I can't very well hire anyone…the bottom line you know," Clark said watching Stanley button his coat.
"My I have that back?" Stanley asked.
"Oh! Sure.. Sure…sorry," Clark said handing Stanley his valuable list of upcoming events and contacts.
"Bottom line huh? Sure I understand," Stanley said taking the list. "Like I said, I'll get back to you," the older man said putting the list in his coat and walking out the townhouse door.
CONTINUED TOMORROW. MORE PHOTOS BELOW.